https://authencity.io/object/17252PublicationPublication: 17252; Nickname: @oly; Text: Potential With You In LA album cover. 🤔 Iss cute. We're getting closer! 💖; image: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/Qmami9aqTDbGpsjUA5ykVGNSf3q8watHoo3LnjCCw8iuGK;
https://authencity.io/object/17167PublicationPublication: 17167; Nickname: @oly; Text: In this video, follow me through the songwriting process from beginning to end and learn some creative tips I've picked up during my music career.
We'll touch upon different processes, finding inspiration, the muse, metaphor, simile, music and poetry theory, and more.
This song was inspired by "walking trees", which will uproot themselves in search of sunlight. It's a great example of a first draft - I'm already thinking of variations, like changing it to third person POV versus first. Enjoy!
Lyrics:
Trying to reach the sun before it goes down
Trying to raise these roots, they’ve grown so heavy now
It’s so cold, it’s so cold
And I feel so alone
I’m on my way, I’m on my way
I’m reaching forward towards your face
I can’t wait to see you smile
I can’t wait, no I can’t wait
To feel the warmth of your embrace
And feel the light after all these miles
I’m on my way
The shadows are my friends
But I must say goodbye
It’s time for me to go
I’ll see them all next time
I’ve grown old, I’ve grown old
And I’ve got to go home
I’m on my way, I’m on my way
I’m reaching forward towards your face
I can’t wait to see you smile
I can’t wait, no I can’t wait
To feel the warmth of your embrace
And feel the light after all these miles
I’m on my way
It’s hurts- my leaves have grown dry
My head’s low trying to reach high
Branches weak looking for light
Ready to leave the darkness behind
; video: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmTWYrT8JZaudp7yzf2FgXZbTR3QC2hL79iLAqUQPbhLqK; video_preview: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmSBGg4mRicKvXmP4MKv7vteZRwY6rAJjmNSkmhVBFPyJW; video_title: How To Write A Song; video_description: Here's a Songwriting 101 video where I give some age-old songwriting guidelines and take you through the process from start to finish. #songwriting #writing #howto #tutorial #music;
https://authencity.io/object/17066PublicationPublication: 17066; Nickname: @oly; Text: I mixed a few of my favorite songs with my own, Bring Back The Summer 🌻; audio: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmTrJ9bgbXcD5D7sthTWnBt2T9gW7FPLFU7C7EZmNVgsVV; audio_title: VINTAGE INTRO XX BRING BACK THE SUMMER ASCEND DEZKO REMIX MASHUP; audio_description: Credit - VINTAGE INTRO - XX x Saint Perrier
BRING BACK THE SUMMER - Oly
ASCEND MIND EDIT - Dezko
#remix #dj #producer #electronic #edm #music; image: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmeA4ZH3sqL8R8xWaZ5cYqJgnJ7pQfMe4gJqwwVLmp5EtF;
https://authencity.io/object/13779publicationPublication: 0; Text: Here is my song "We Collide" performed live, unaltered, as it was originally written. I don’t usually post anything this raw, but I wanted to share something different here. Hope you enjoy ☺️
If you like this style, I’ll post more and maybe release a whole live acoustic album 🙌🏼; audio: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmXhgRYqcCuH54u7PwUqj1R9yNfJtrv2Aw9LbMYcHDYKWZ;
https://authencity.io/object/3992publicationPublication: 0; Text: “The flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long…”
Tears well in my eyes as the smoke kindles below my feet. The stench of burnt pine, still fresh from cutting, rises on the hot air to my nostrils. Hundreds of eyes surround me- hateful eyes, channeling their anger at me through their glares. Deep inside, they know I’ve done nothing to them, but with the month-long drought and their empty bellies growling fiercely, they demand blood. My body is raised up in the midst of them, tied to a dry beam. I’m the scapegoat- their sacrificial lamb on a spit- who said too much and did too much. I’m the ideal burnt offering- a fruit-bearing tree in the desert - singled out to make sense of their suffering because, to them, I do not make sense.
I’ve stepped through Death’s door many times. We’ve chatted over many a glass of wine, haggling over young spirits - me asking for them to be spared, and he growing increasingly bored without new company. These meetings usually end with the child spared, but not without a substitute. The gift of second sight doesn’t spare its victims any dimension, and follows long after Death has had his fun. It’s always after these meetings that someone reports a “cunning woman”, withholding the part about having benefited from her help once the panic ensues. For fear of being cursed, they create the curse. They bury their blessing, then pray desperately for another anomaly to be born, one who’ll lead them just a bit further out of the darkness until she too is shunned. Salvation never looks how it’s supposed to.
My toes are hot now, the smoke growing thicker. The cells in my lungs shrink for want of oxygen. My head is dizzy. This feeling is familiar as a close friend.
“Hello, again,” I mutter, sensing Death nearby.
The onlookers are chanting now, their bloodlust conspicuous as the drool dripping from their canines, ready to sink into the fresh meat. They believe God will forgive them- that his mercy will cover them when it’s their turn to meet Death. They forget, God will be long gone by then, digested in their own stomachs and evacuated from their very bowels. Life after life, they’ll meet God in varying forms, and life after life, they’ll nail him to a cross- or burn her at the stake. Yet, they’re not wrong - she will forgive them. She always does. Salvation never looks how it’s supposed to.
The sparks from the fire land softly as snowflakes on my skin, stinging like bees injecting lava into my nerves. They float like the fireflies I’ve chased through the woods, dancing like the stardust I collected when I was a cosmic spirit- a fire-catcher. That world had a wealth of light only comprehended after a thousand lifetimes. My mistake was bringing too much down to this miserable time period and hoping they’d accept it. My mistake was being a healer in a land that wanted to stay sick; to preach love to a species biologically bent on fear- fear of the unknown, of mystery, of free speech, of free love, of a free woman…
Maybe, after this ends, I’ll go back to the stars. When my body turns to ash in the nearing hours, my spirit can rise up, carbon monoxide to cloud, onward, far beyond the exosphere. There, I’ll touch the sun again. I’ll let it burn away all the sin cast upon me, let it transmute the countless diseases I absorbed to free others. I’ll give back years of research and travel, of foraging for medicines, of consorting with archangels - for an ounce of the grace I so readily gave- and let it all dissolve, purified by the blaze. No more sadness; no more loneliness- just light.
I’ll finally be left alone to dream- of my home by the creek, built with my own bare hands, where I’d sing with the toads while I fished for minnow, my clothes weaved of northern wool by my grandmother, my tinctures, mixed of rare ingredients I toiled and bled for, my sparrow, who I nursed to health after falling from his mother’s nest, my books, my garden- all used to help those who never cared to pronounce my name correctly, the ones who betrayed me and convicted me a “heretic”.
The flames lick my feet, growing now, and the jeering figures blur into demonic shadows. The stars are bright above us, calling me home into their embrace. The fire envelops me. I laugh, knowing it’s not my time. I laugh, knowing I’ll be back soon, back to these lost souls I love, to tell them the truth of their divinity until their hearts are ready to accept it- to accept me. Until then, we’ll do this dance over and over again. Life after life. Fire to fire and dust to dust. The choreography is written in eternity. The roles are cast. Maybe the grande finale will come in the next life, with a perfectly balanced, unstoppable pirouette. Some morning after a good rain, as the sun rises over the lush fields and the birds sing a happier song, they’ll all be ready, and we’ll go back to the stars - together.
#flashfiction001 #authencitycontest;
https://authencity.io/object/2490publicationPublication: 0; Text: Giving 1 @prizm avatar to the winner of tomorrow's raffle!
For 2 entries, repost this. For 1 entry, repost my pinned post on Twitter!
Check out the full collection at https://opensea.io/collection/prizmavatars; image: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmUMMCJfbF6C2ZVaMn5fQyHQujCzUEpXjQ9DPZWgL5rvje;
https://authencity.io/object/1648publicationPublication: 0; Text: @prizm #VR club has leveled up 🎉- avatars + customizable fbx models are now available at https://opensea.io/collection/prizmavatars 🌹
Join the Prizm Club journey with unlockable Prizm membership airdrops like new music, live experiences and wearables.
; image: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmcHGewo74HdxvvTsmvE6V9TwLwVG1fPjMPcfKwkQ8ABsv; image: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmZLTqm9vFYi7SspcnvQaqYrZcLtVQRiX3DWLALFTGpEqb; image: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmXPnXqgjh6ezQoW6oowioUHrc8t2jMb96J8TLoksibz3n; image: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmQqq3bBXqk8WZHqpdfhW2yhztByxnJTBsoNyjxfVi4yKn;
https://authencity.io/object/1515publicationPublication: 0; Text: A futuristic family portrait, #cyberpunk robot style...
It took much green screen magic in @SomniumSpace today to accomplish this quintupling effect. What do you think? The green screen is still up at parcel #4379 if you want to try it out yourself.
This edit features a clip of my unreleased track "World Goes" with Part Native, and my @prizm avatars, ofc. :) 🌹; video: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmYZ7kzD6FiLGRiNyqsdqjZbXSuyiAaFoDp3oUVh3PkEbG;
https://authencity.io/object/787publicationPublication: 0; Text: This just popped up in the archives from 1 whole year ago! @pax @artur @denevraut; image: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmUFBHJhbknPp9UZZbxr1gWXqqcxMWXfyCCx7v4mkiwGfQ;
https://authencity.io/object/339publicationPublication: 0; Text: Hi there 😁; image: https://authencity.infura-ipfs.io/ipfs/QmZem63tr9LvUT65ue54HHTY2cJspRPsM4B1sXioAmrgok;